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" You are welcome to stay with me for as long as you want. I will show you everything I know to show and we will find things that we didn't know existed."

Damion replied, smiling still if abit melancholic in nature. He wanted to show her his home one day, the one he had built on the edge of the swamp. It was his sanctuary, a place of rest in an unforgiving landscape that left little room for rest as top predator.

" Why do you need new clothes though?"

That bit confused him. Despite offering no protection at all from his questing hands or the elements around them, they didn't seem to be damaged in any way. Dirty, yes, but not damaged. His own attire had always been alittle dirty but that was mostly camo and things he hadn't bothered to brush off at the start of a new day. He wondered if she would use magic to make new ones as he'd seen some do or make them go into a town or village to get some, the prospect of other people calling and repulsing him at the same time. They hadn't gone too far and the stream greeted them again in a babbling chorus of stone over water, like the voices of small children all talking at once.

She was laughing, quietly, but still laughing...little bits of metal and plastic had skittered through her when he had broken the bed without ever touching those pristine gold and white robes... "I'm blind man... all I can see is the possibilities of the future and the failures of the past!"

He had a wonderful temper, it reminded her so much of the good old days that she almost forgot that she was supposed to be all god like these days...

"but yes... Johnathan Tomorrow, I want to use you to use you... kind of like how I use Grace..." For once her smile was genuine, and rather kind...

Damion liked mice too, but in a different way, and thus just smiled and nodded as if he understood.

" I wasn't allowed to have pets or anything like that. It was unheard of to keep anything that you weren't going to eat in my culture."

And even that was Rare.

" I can count on one hand the number of domesticated animals we had and even they weren't so domesticated really. Just complacent with being fed daily and then one of their number disappearing."

He paused every now and then to cut away the bark of a tree in little circles, not unlike a bear would, to mark their trail. Always planning ahead in these situations he wanted her to be safe in the event they got seperated or worse.

" So your realm...are there many like you?"

This had been nagging at him abit, the idea that someone had plenty of one thing and yet was so greedy as to keep them all under tight lock. Keeping only what you need was a wanderers virtue born from a need to travel light. He bristled abit at the idea of someone coming to take her from him, the thought still able to produce an anger response in him without much provocation. Oblivious to it all birds still sang in the air as the two made their way alongside the deepening stream towards the river deltas.

Gods. He had heard it, it was there, hanging in the air infront of him, a word with such force it stopped him where he stood and took the breath from his lungs. His eyes were already bloodshot by the time it took them to widen and Damion slapped his free hand to his chest, heart thumping madly in time with war drums only he could hear. The greatest quarry, the ultimate challenge, those creatures set above simple mortals and immortals alike to rule them all in their own way, forged of the mind and as numerous as the falling snow. And how he hated them.

Lips rolled back from teeth in a bare snarl and muscles shook with the effort of tightening further than they already were, bones crying out in silent pain at the pressure they were put under. The Hydra's back bent as the mortal form it was forced into strove to accomodate it and assume a more bestial stance. The hand Tilly held clawed and twisted in her grip until it fell free and brushed the ground. How he hated them so much, how he wanted to bring them down from their vaunted thrones and make them suffer as their 'subjects' did. A tiny voice cried out in his mind for salvation, for redemption, a return to the way things used to be before the fight with Maximos.

Damion's head bowed slowly until his eyes focused on the ground, that most stable of places. He didn't fight for control of this, as his veins lit up as if they were on fire, his skin alive with sensation. It hurt so much and yet, and yet, it was so very good, so exhalting to know he was alive and oh so very hungry aswell.

Like trapped animals they darted about, never settling on anything and almost completely dominated by his sickening green irises. He was seeing an entirely different world and walking on miles of bones, the sky of this world of bones and blood red and cloudy. This was a world of his making and the making of some unyet unknown entity, a creature just like him, something that called to him with grating insistence across the valleys of skulls and mountains of grasping skeletons stretching towards the sky.

But just as insistantly as that voice growled to him, called to him like a lost brother, another voice called just as insistantly. He could hear Tilly's voice through the storms of blood above him like an angels voice. Her voice shook the ground beneath him and split the skies with radiant white light, twin suns beaming down at him as the real world replaced itself around him, his paradise of death crumbling. Mountains of bone were replaced by trees, their rattling bones making the sound of water over stone as he came to his senses. The skin of her hands was cool on his too hot flesh and a welcoming balm to his bloodlust.

Her smell replaced the one of death as Damion's legs gave way to drop him firmly on his knees. He gasped for air as if each breath would be stolen, his hands scrabbling at hers before gripping her wrists as panic and confusion set in.